In a spike of fleeting, fearful energy Rush shoots upright, propelling himself sharply upward and coming up hard against the surface of the wall, nearly crashing into it, slamming into it with the frenzied dismay that immediately threatens his tenuous lack-of calm.

"Well thank fuck you know how to exercise fucking restraint," he counters hoarsely, bitterly, pinning Durant with a look full of something scathing and horrified. "One wouldn't want there to be any danger involved, would they."